Welcome to New Era! A Roleplaying Site based on the Fiction book series Warriors, by Erin Hunter. This is a place where members can let their creativity flow, meet new friends and have fun! The clans moved to a new territory and have fanned out into different parts of lands, claiming it as their own. And now it’s time for a new generation of warriors to lead the clans on their quest of survival! You can make a character, join a clan and start roleplaying in the threads of that clan! Battle against other clans or tribes and protect your territory from trespassers and pesky twolegs. The possibility is endless at New Era!

Caramel brown striped and spotted with dark chocolate. Large, round orbs the color of mint, with black slits in the center of each, and from the slits spread a soft brown and yellow, out into the minty background color. Long pillars ending in small, delicate bottoms, anchoring the tall, willowy figure to the earth beneath it.

Muscle rippled under the coat of this female, ready to be used. Long ebony claws slid in and out of their sheathes as she lay, stretched out in a patch of sunlight, eyes sharp and alert as she watched everyone. The claustrophobic pyromaniac had claimed this spot in the clearing as her 'den,' and god help anyone who decided to lay there or bother her while she slept.

Sighing, she stretched as far as she could, then relaxed again, sinking into the ground. Then she got up, paws taking her slight weight, claws sliding into their sheathes. She trotted towards the camp entry, hips swaying to her stride.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

Mord was entering camp, her bulky form collided with the sleek physic and long claws like minature pins revealed themselves from her large white paws and wrapped around the other cat. Furious twin pools of never ending grey narrowed and the large black pupils slid into slits, staring down the she-cat's muzzle like an idiot to a barrel of a pistol.

"Watch. It."

The worlds were snarled with such force a kit would of run to its mother with its tail between its legs. Mord's foamy black lips curled to show sharp ivory fangs tinted with yellow and pink. She untangled herself from the other cat, she quickly regained her composure by lapping debris out of her shaggy, tabby coat.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Geist was bored, utterly bored, the usual “shows” that commonly occurred three times a day in her spiteful clan were nowhere to be found and the tabby was getting tired of the quiet. She even felt like moving a claw to cause trouble, she was desperate for some fun. Just when she was about to indirectly provoke an argument the most interesting thing happened. It seemed like the bulky (and dull, in her opinion) Mord collided with the uninteresting Ricochet. That ought to be entertaining, she thought with an amused smile.

So with careful, silent steps the imperceptible she-cat got closer and stayed within earshot while feigning ignorance to the “scene” developing in front of her.

Ricochet wrenched herself from Mord's grasp, baring her fangs. "Watch yourself, Mord." She snarled, shoving past the bulky she-cat and heading out into the territory to hunt. She was running out of patience for the idiots who thought it'd be funny to bite the deputy--herself--or whatever, and was getting really, really angry. Like, her temper rose higher and higher as she walked, until she exploded. Her long, deadly claws sank into the tree closest to her, and she hauled herself up, inflicting as much damage to the tree as possible, snarling angrily over and over. She climbed as far as she could without being in danger of the branch breaking under her weight, and laid down, acting as sentry for her Clan. She hated everyone today, wished they'd just disappear.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

Mord ignored Ricochet and continued to groom herself, when she was clean the glanced around, upon noticing Geist she first narrowed her eyes, then a little chuckle escaped between the long fangs. "Hello Giest," She murmured formally, then swiftly she back out of the dark alley. Her large paws striking the ground softly, no sound coming from them and Mord grinned and headed for the city. Most cats thought of Mord as fat, bulky, large, a cow. Who had as much grace as a hippo who was expecting quadrupelates. But she could but as graceful as she wanted to be. She passed rumbling cars and a cat attacking a tree, (Hint hint) stinking pillars of stone that twolegs called "chimnies" and wailing twoleg kits.

Ooc: Sorry, some typos there, I just woke up a while ago and I'm still a little brain dead.

And I'm pretty sure Bloodclan lives in the Twolegplace. But then again, there would still be trees, hmmm sorry!

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Also, Sorrel accepted Ricochet as deputy... but in the other BC thread, it says there's a deputy already, so I'm confused. :c

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Ricochet lay on the branch, panting, forcing herself to calm down. Down, girl, down! Mord is disrespectful, yes, but you've dealt with it before. Calm. Down. She thought desperately, knowing that if she didn't cool it, she'd end up going off and attacking somebody and drawing unwanted attention to the Clan. "Oh forget it!" She spat, getting up and leaping to the branch below her. In this way, she made her way down the tree and started off, planning to leave the Twolegplace in order to blow off some steam by hunting.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

Ic: Mord smirked as she slowed her pace and fell into stride with Ricochet, "Hello old friend." She meowed sarcasticly. Her eyes were flickering with amusement but she knew that if she pushed the she-cat too far, she would end up dead.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

"Hi." She replied shortly, her long strides carrying her across the ground at a semi-fast pace. "I assume you're bothering me because you want to join me on this hunt?" She asked curtly, minty green eyes narrowing themselves on Mord's face.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Geist hissed in surprise, she didn’t like it when other cats spoke to her directly or called her by name. Even so the she-cat forced herself to calm down and nod in reply. Dull Mord calling me by name…idiot she thought and waited until the bulky warrior was out of sight. Again she sighed and her thirst for fun got the best of her, she followed yet again, her excellent sneaking skills made her almost invisible to the common cat’s eyes. The first thing she noticed was her furious (quite lovely when in that state, actually) deputy attacking an innocent tree. She snorted and decided that was uninteresting so she continued to track down Mord.

Soon enough she caught sight of her and, to her happy surprise, Ricochet too. They both seemed to be in apparent good terms but the tension was obvious. Like a rabid dog just waiting to be unleashed… the faint image of a vicious bloodthirsty canine flickered through her mind and Geist had no option but to smile.

Should I lay low? a torrent of possibilities danced through the she-cat’s twisted mind. A thousand ideas sprang to her head to bring forth some gory development, oh how she would love that. I don’t like to get my paws dirty, I’ll wait ‘til they see me… maybe that pair of violent cats will actually catch the presence of a ghost. Her ears flickered, that might be fun.

Ricochet paused a bit, the wind blowing from behind them and carrying scent. Was that... They were being followed. She hissed very softly and picked up her pace, murmuring so only Mord could hear; "One of our Clanmates seems to have taken it upon themselves to stalk us. Shall we give them a surprise?"

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

"Hmmm, my actings a little rusty but I think I can pull it off." Mord replied jokingly, she flicked her tail, pretending to get annoyed. "Would you have the honors?" The question was spoken those a friendly growl, Mord was asking the deputy if she would like to start their plan.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Ricochet's lips pealed back in an annoyed snarl, and she spoke abruptly. "If we're going on a hunting trip, then how about you try to shut your mouth and stop annoying me; otherwise, you will be the Clan's food tonight!" Amusement glittered in her eyes, unseen by Geist behind them. "Now come on." Her tail lashed angrily, and she stalked closer to their hunting grounds, slipping into a graceful crouch.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

Geist tried to get whatever both she-cats were saying by pricking her ears, they were obviously murmuring and plotting something. The thought of them pulling of a friendship by this trip annoyed the tabby but she bit back her angry hiss. Maybe there was still a chance of violence in the end, she had learned through her life that someone should never underestimate the potential of disaster in any situation. She wasn’t going to underestimate it now.

She was about to give up and cause trouble in camp when she noticed a tiny movement in Mord’s tail, it seemed like she was annoyed at something, had they finally disagreed? She tilted her head, somehow the movement seemed stiff and unnatural but, well, the bulky she-cat always seemed awkward to her eyes so she shrugged it off and continued to watch intently. Then something slightly more interesting happened, Ricochet, the bad-tempered deputy, snarled and threatened Mord to be tonight’s dinner if she didn’t close her mouth. That giant could feed the entire Clan for moons… she thought with amusement.

Do something! she lashed her tail impatiently. Claw her ears out! Rip her neck and belly! I want fun!

Ricochet sprang at a rat she spotted running across her path, pinning it down and throwing it with a paw towards Mord. Slipping back into a crouch, the she-cat moved on to find larger prey animals, a predatorial grin on her maw. This time, she spotted a fat rabbit. No doubt an escaped twoleg pet. Launching herself into the air, she pinned the rabbit and dug her teeth into its neck, relishing the taste of its blood as the crimson liquid shot into her mouth, down her muzzle, throat, and chest.

Lifting her head, it was a bit of a gruesome sight to behold-- the blood dripping down her face, chest, throat, and rolling down her legs to stain her paws. The gleam in her eyes showed her clear enjoyment of the feeling of the crimson liquid covering her fur, and her love of its taste. Purring wickedly, the deputy flicked her tail at Mord. "Join the fun, darling." Her voice was clearly one of mocking now, sarcasm embedded in its depths. This was the time for them to 'fight' and end up right on top of their darling Clanmate, hopefully.

"Or are you scared to get a little blood on your fur?" She continued to taunt the she-cat, amusement in her expression, though only Mord would know the true cause of that amusement. "Wait-- I know! Maybe you haven't sharpened your claws in a while, and they're too dull to scratch a poor bunny's flanks."

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

"Oh shut up! You idiot you don't know how to kill a wittle wabit with out making it limp and with no blood! Its not food if there's no blood." Mord started to sprint toward Ricochet, that awkward stiffness he had smoothed out into a certain gental fenise. She sprang upward and aimed for the deputy, long claws unsheathed and ivory fangs bared.

Ooc: Just so you know Sour, Mord is gonna hurt Giest if she keeps making fun of mord. XDD No offense.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Ricochet sprang out of the way, turning and launching herself at Mord with a wild snarl of anger, aiming to slam into her side before she could land, thus knocking her over-- possibly. Mord was pretty big, so it would be hard to knock her down with Ricochet's smaller, lighter frame.

Growling and snapping at Mord, but not actually biting her, Ricochet hissed softly so only Mord could hear, "If we squash our follower... we can say it was an accident." Maniacal laughter followed the statement, her eyes flashing with insanity.

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You don't have to be old to be wise.You don't have to be old to know what it's like to hurt.And you definitely don't have to be old to feel ancient.

"Oh yes!" Mord purred and let herself be knocked over she unsheathed her claws and raked them gentally against Ricochet's flesh.

Ooc: This is kinda like mord's size

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Mord growled and pushed upward with her paws, trying to dislodge the deputy.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Geist smiled, finally she got some fun! Her fur bristled as she observed the fight. A claw, a bite, some knocking over. She liked it. She stared for awhile and then noticed something odd. BloodClan fights usually implied a lot of blood, the members of her despised Clan were vicious and reckless yet she couldn't find trace of red liquid except that of the earlier kill. She shrugged it off and continued to observe.

[Off: The point of Geist is to make BloodClan cats angry and possibly get hurt in the process xD Geist likes to offend everyone just for the fun of it, she's arrogant like that ^-^ ]

Ic: Mord growled and flung Ricochet gentally onto the ground, her thick claws scraped against the deputy's fur, teasing out just the tiniest bit of blood, so it would not hurt the deputy, but it would sting greatly.

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Livelike you are extrodinary . . .Lovelike you admire someone's most painful burden . . .Breathlike the air is scented with lavender and fire . . .Seelike the droplets of rain are each exquisite . . .Laughlike the events of existence are to be cherished . . .Imaginelike there is magic in your fingertips . . . Givefreedom to your instncts, to your spirit, to your longing . . .~ E.M. Crane

Ic: Mord growled and flung Ricochet gentally onto the ground, her thick claws scraped against the deputy's fur, teasing out just the tiniest bit of blood, so it would not hurt the deputy, but it would sting greatly.

Hi,

Just wanted to remind the thread that power playing is not allowed here! Please use words such as 'aimed' or 'attempted to' so you can give your opponent a chance to dodge the attack.